Kendall Defoe
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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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Ten Writers I Can No Longer Read
One of the things I have learned after many years of reading and writing is that you are allowed to dismiss what you once loved; you are allowed to give up on writers who no longer speak to you and have set up a barrier in your mind to enjoyment of their work. I do not mean that I care that deeply about their political, racial, psychological or emotional issues (the list of acceptable writers would be incredibly short if I dismissed the ones who did not reach such high standards). I am simply concerned with what is on the page and how it makes me react, as Vladimir Nabokov once stated, “between the shoulder blades” (where you really do feel the work).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in BookClub
Waterman
“Always buy a new pen when you start a new job, Martin.” His mother’s voice was lingering in his thoughts as he walked down the street. He had been very lucky that Hally’s Stationers was still open at that time. Weekends had them closing earlier than usual and he almost forgot this as he stepped inside and heard the bell ring just behind him.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Horror
A Glosa for You
I was doing a little cleaning up this weekend when I found that I had some old files that I had not read or even thought of for many years. One of those files was a glosa, a poetic form where each stanza ends with a line taken from another poem or song. I kept to some of the standard rule - eg. ten-line stanzas - and then strayed beautifully to tell a story.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Beat
Kodachrome
It began with my son. “Dad, what’s this?” We were clearing out the attic after his grandmother died. She was the last grandparent he had and Steven wanted to help me put everything in order and clean up all that we had to settle. I still remember the thick dust in that heat, all of the cobwebs, and the sunlight that was unmerciful through the windows. It streamed in and I felt the sweat and dust trickling down my body.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Horror
The Decameron
Was this perfect for our times? Bought during COVID-19; read at home with quarantine measures and online work around me; glided along the hundred tales (some going too far; others far too simple); respected this classic collection written during its own plague years.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Critique
